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The Pure Land

de William Jackson

It's 5 AM in the countryside
I drive this lonely and winding road
I've been driving for miles and miles
But where I'm going to, I just don't know

My only friend is my truck
I've got no one to listen to
I see the sunshine every morning
And all my thoughts are just of you

Nothing I need to take with me
But a bottle of gin and a steel guitar
A bag with broken memories
And a heart full of scars

The engine hums, I sing my blues
About the things I left behind
Is it my genes or is it the booze?
So many answers I may never find

My dear, won't you take me back?
I'm sorry for the things I've wrecked
I know I didn't treat you very well
But I'm tired of living in this hell

It's a mean old world
I've seen hunger, tears and pain
Still so little I've learned
Was the suffering all in vain?
You hate me, you have the right
The road ahead now is all I know
I burned the bridges with my old life
But my world with you I can't let go

My dear, won't you take me back?
I'm sorry for the things I've wrecked
I know I didn't treat you very well
But I'm tired of living in this hell

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